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A Thousand Kisses Deep
The ponies run, the girls are young, The odds are there to beat. You win a while, and then it’s done – Your little winning streak. And summoned now to deal With your invincible defeat, You live your life as if it’s real, A Thousand Kisses Deep. I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed, I’m back on Boogie Street. You loose your grip, and then you slip Into the Masterpiece. And maybe I had miles to drive, And promises to keep : You ditch it all to stay alive, A Thousand Kisses Deep. And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather up our hearts and go, A Thousand Kisses Deep. Confined to sex, we pressed against The limits of the sea : I saw there were no oceans left For scavengers like me. I made it to the forward deck I blessed our remnant fleet – And then consented to be wrecked, A Thousand Kisses Deep. I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed, I’m back on Boogie Street. I guess they won’t exchange the gifts That you are meant to keep. And quiet is the thought of you The file on you complete. Except what we forgot to do, A Thousand Kisses Deep.
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